The fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings,saying (though love be a day) do not fear, we will go amaying. the whitest feet crisply are straying. Always they moist eyes…
Always before your voice my soul half-beautiful and wholly droll is as some smooth and awkward foal, whereof young moons begin the newness of his skin so of my stupid sincere youth the exquisite failure uncouth discovers a trembling and…
(thee will i praise between those rivers whose white voices pass upon forgetting(fail me not)whose courseless waters are a gloat of silver;o’er whose night three willows wail, a slender dimness in the unshapeful hour making dear moan in tones of…
after five times the poem of thy remembrance surprises with refrain of unreasoning summer that by responding ways cloaked with renewal my body turns toward thee again for the stars have been finished in the nobler trees and the language…
the bigness of cannon is skilful, bit i have seen death’s clever enormous voice which hides in a fragility of poppies….. i say that sometimes on these long talkative animals are laid fists of huger silence i have seen all…
dreaming in marble all the castle lay like some gigantic ghost-flower born of night blossoming in white towers to the moon, soft sighed the passionate darkness to the tune of tiny troubadours,and(phantom-white) dumb-blooming boughs let fall their glorious snows, and…
1. Thou aged unreluctant earth who dost with quivering continual thighs invite the thrilling rain the slender paramour to toy with thy extraordinary lust, (the sinuous rain which rising from thy bed steals to his wife the sky and hour…
